I went up to her apartment, and she answered the door. Dressed in a sexy black garter belt, stockings, high heels and a short black dress that amplified her already ample cleavage, “Ryleigh” was an impressive sight: a tall statuesque blonde in her 40s with full, soft lips.
Lips that could please a man.
I didn’t receive my first blowjob until I was 22. I recall watching with fascination as the mouth of the escort I hired slid up-and-down the shaft of my cock. Since then, most sexual encounters–and virtually every paid encounter–has included a blowjob. Katherine promised, “I’m going to give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had!” and she delivered as promised. Nothing reaffirms my masculinity more than having a girl on her knees servicing me. As a character in Michel Houellebecq’s Submission says, “For men, love is nothing other than gratitude for pleasure given.”
Ryleigh slowly kissed down my neck, down my chest, down my stomach. She pulled my boxers off. Her kisses went lower and lower. Her tongue ran slowly up-and-down my shaft, then swirled over the head. As her lips encircled the head of my cock, I felt my entire body tighten. I looked down and savored the sight of my cock in her mouth. I gripped the back of her head as she continued pleasuring me. The sensations her mouth produced were exquisite.
There is nothing more feminine than a blowob. You naked on your knees. Your guy with his hand resting on the back of your head. A really good blowjob confirms some primal nostalgia. It puts the world in balance.
Chloe Thurow
Is there such a thing as a politically correct blowjob?
A feminist posed the question back in the ’90s. She acknowledged that for a man “having a woman on her knees” is “the penultimate erotic charge.” The charge derives from the “intensely erotic phallic-power associations engendered by the sight of a kneeling woman catering enthusiastically to [his] needs.” This is vexing for a feminist. One academic writes, “Some [females] agonize whether they should agree to perform blowjobs in a kneeling position (or do that other submissive stuff lots of guys seem to love) because complying means assuming blatantly servile postures….” Furthermore, “a fair number of them…get their own erotic buzz from performing the handmaiden role….”
Rhonda was an avowed feminist. She was a single mom by choice. The litanies of postmodern progressivism readily fell from her lips. Yet she willingly dropped to her knees in adoration of the “divine masculine” and paid obeisance with her pretty little mouth. Her technique was exquisite, and it felt good. There was more to it than the raw physical sensations, though. She had animated my dark masculine energy. The sight of Rhonda kneeling in front of me, taking me in her mouth, gave me an almost indescribable feeling of power. Having a woman service me seemed to confirm the natural order of the universe.
Rhonda never articulated why she loved to give head, but identifying as a “sex positive” feminist, she would probably justify any consensual sexual act as consistent with her ideology. I would argue that a blowjob is inherently submissive. Oral sex is by its nature transgressive. As cultural historian Thierry Leguay observes, “Fellatio sexualizes the mouth, makes the mouth a sexual organ in and of itself.” The mouth, which is “an organ of the spoken word,” is rendered inarticulate. “Fellatio, in this light, sullies the mouth.” The act itself, however arousing it may be for the one who performs it, can involve considerable discomfort. As Samantha on Sex and the City noted, “They don’t call it a job for nothing.” Telling a woman to “Get on your knees” shatters any pretense to a forced egalitarianism.
The Kama Sutra refers to fellatio as auparishtaka – “superior coitus.”
I waited for her to unbuckle my belt, undo the button at the top of my jeans, and lower the zipper. Rhonda bent down and unzipped me. As she slipped me into her mouth, I was stiff but not yet rock-hard. With her lips tight against my shaft, I felt myself expand. She circled her tongue around the head, then took me deep inside her mouth. As she sucked and licked, she looked up into my eyes, reaffirming my masculinity. Down on her knees, submissive before me, Rhonda had given herself over to cock worship. Now was not the time to be a gentleman. I moved my hand to the back of her head. It was dark, dirty, and liberating.
“Fellatio” comes from the Latin fellare, meaning “to suck.” It was coined in 1894 by Haverlock Ellis. (A “fellatrix” is a woman who sucks.) “La pipe” is French slang for fellatio. English has its own terminology.
Because of its non-procreative potential, Christian moral theology condemned oral sex. Tertullian equated it with cannibalism. The medieval canonical penalty for fellatio was 15 years penance. It neglected a possible biblical sanction for orally pleasuring a man. In the Song of Songs, the woman says of her beloved:
With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste (2:3).
I recall hearing whispered rumors that some of my female classmates at my conservative evangelical college engaged in the oral arts while technically maintaining their virginity. (Apparently President Clinton’s definition of sex was definitive.) Virtually all of my sexual encounters with professionals and the majority of my encounters with non-professionals have included having oral sex performed on me.
“Suck on, suck on, I glow, I glow!”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
“[O]ne of the sources of its power and significance is the desire to place the penis in a forbidden location,” John H. Gagnon and William Simon write. Fellatio still has an aura of the taboo about it. “[T]he act of fellatio is symbolically constructed in terms of men’s dominance and women’s submission….The images of…dominating, controlling, degrading are all immediately available.” I can’t escape the impression that performing fellatio is in some way degrading. I’ve had trouble conceiving of it as something that “good girls” do. It has an ancient provenance. The ancient Romans thought the subservience involved in providing oral sex made it demeaning. In his book The Roman Gaze: Vision, Power, and the Body, David Fredrick writes, “Both ancient literature and graffiti tell us that fellatio was the province of prostitutes; it was a sexual act no Roman male of the elite class would request of his wife.” Certainly the way it is roughly portrayed in pornography makes it look degrading. Philosopher Alan Soble states, “Putting your face in someone’s crotch, no matter the posture, no matter the language used to name the event, is degrading and humiliating.” Given the intimacy of the act, and the inherent vulnerability of the recipient, some see it as a tender expression of romantic affection. I can’t help but think that, when a girl presses her mouth onto my cock, she’s a dirty little whore.
“Every one of her blowjobs would have been enough to justify the life of a man.”
Lutheran Guilt 